'Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together'
'I've got some real estate here in my bag'
So we bought a two-four of Molson and a box of poutine
And we walked off to look for Canada
'Kathy,' I said as we boarded the subway in Toronto
'Maniboba seems like a dream to me now'
It took me four days to hitchhike from Winnipeg
I've gone to look for Canada

Laughing on the subway
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a hoser
I said 'So you think that hoser's cap is really a toque, eh?'

'Toss me a can of Molson, I think there's one in my suitcase'
'We drank the last one an hour ago'
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

'Kathy, I'm lost,' I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the Alberta Turnpike
They've all gone to look for Canada
All gone to look for Canada
All gone to look for Canada